Factory Reset: Divine Corruption

Chapter One Hundred and Ten

Chapter One Hundred and Ten: Gates of Hell

With a sudden jolt of life, and the spray of reammased blood, the pikes that had speared into Mason shattered, and the rabbit fell upon the cold soil. His body felt warm, it felt unnaturally warm. He could feel the blood retreat back into his body, feel his fatal wounds healing almost instantly.

The difference between life and death was palpable, it was knowable, and yet it was still so very foriegn. It was something wrong to know and come back from. The coldness, the ease and passivity of being dead. Mason glanced to the side, eyeing the piece of B-64 that he had just held, slumped in the dirt.

Mason knelt down beside it, eased his fingers beneath the lip of the cold metal. His fingers gripped it tight with unnatural strength, and he brought it up to his face. That tainted insignia right there, so much history, so much pain, behind it. Mason pressed it close to his heart, before slipping it under his clothes once more. He held his palm against the soil.

Mason felt his numb fingers clench around the cold soil, before he kicked off the grainy, glitching soil with his paws.

His ears rattled in the burning air as he drew in the ambient Boson-Energy, needing it to get there faster. It was sucked from every particle, every fetter that it tethered itself too, Mason drew it in and used it, multiplying it in his blood exponentially. He would need to if he were to face off against Divento. Against the God.

Mason reached out, tugging at the earth as Blue Boson-Energy radiated out of his, for now, nonexistent soul. His eyes burned blue as he called for the elements around him, and he tugged his hand back. The earth broke apart, a spiraling surge of Blue Boson-Energy hurdled towards the dirt. Those ethereal dug themselves deep into the dirt, and Mason pulled himself along.

His body launched through the air by the force of the propulsions energy. Mason's fur swept through the air as surges of blue lightning arched from his body. He was done with everything. Divento was going after his boyfriend, his life. And heaven's citadels would melt before Mason would allow his boyfriend to die.

Mason dug deep into his Bosnic connection evident in his body. His position as a sponge for Boson-Energy was not to be underestimated, and with reality so throughout cracked as it was now with every seem infested with Boson-Energy, Mason could soak it and use it all.

Mason's eyes started to glow brightly as he reached out further, feeling his body return some senses. The feeling of something else other than cold, the feeling of the wind whipping against his body. The feeling of exhilaration when flying through the air at high speeds. But something important, something essential to life was missing.

But that was a problem to tackle later.

Mason clapped his hands together, feeling the sparks of Boson-Energy fly through his fingers, sizzling through his fur. It was an immeasurable power, it was an infinitely reproducible and clean energy source. It was something so incredibly powerful and dangerous. Something that Mason needed to use now more than ever.

It was to see what someone could do with unfettered access to Red and Blue Boson-Energy could do. With a shift of his eyes, Mason forced the energy within his blood to multiply tenfold, a hundredfold, a thousandfold. Consequences with pure Boson-Poisoning be damned, he was going to save Ja'Kle, his crew, the universe.

A silent boom went off behind Mason. The blue lightning changed instantly to Red as Mason used the Boson-Energy of Organic Matter to alter his body. Solid metallic wings grew from his smoldering back, shredding through the air as Mason shot himself further and further, utilizing the wind itself to shoot himself forward towards the machine before him.

This was going to end.

Mason could feel the energy expanding even further, feeling it arch in long extending branches of electric might. Mason could feel his body struggle to take the energy, but he just utilized the Red-Boson Energy to do something he should've done a long time ago, ever since they realized it was possible with Ja'Kle.

Utilizing the Red-Boson energy of organic matter, Mason forced himself to exponentially evolve.

Thicker, resistant fur. Paws built to launch off the ground for miles. Ears tuned to the finest degree, eyes so broad and careful every miniscule movement was visible. And yet that would never be enough. Mason forced his hand further as he flew through the air. He was so close to the machine.

He forced energy into his arms, solidifying the bones and flesh until they wouldn't be hurt if Fallout's explosions were detonated point-blank. Mason used the air to spiral himself into the atmosphere. His body felt so heavy and powerful, and it would last so long as he had a single drop of Red Boson-Energy in his body.

He rose higher and higher above the machine below him, spinning around and around as the energy multiplied further. Mason glanced down with eyes glazed over in a kaleidoscope of meshing colors. With a grimace of pure and hideous hatred, Mason set his eyes on the direct center, and allowed himself to fall.

The wind whipped far past him. Mason utilized the wind currents themselves, directing them to push him down faster than gravity could ever hope to accelerate him. Mason brought back a heavy palm, crunching it close as the wings he had formed were ripped from his form. Mason brought back his fist, and a mere nanosecond before he impacted the machine, he punched downward.

A tremoring quake fractured the dirt around the machine for miles. The absorbing metal, the organic metal, bent and broke under the impact. The unheard scream of something eldritch roared in the most hidden corners of the minds of all that were near it. A metallic screech of metal-on-metal, distinctly a creature.

A rippling hurricane of air and debris was kicked up by the impact, swirling in the air as it glitched out against the torn reality. It held for a mere second, the mechanic flesh, before it caved in, and the insides, the center, was revealed.

And as it did, Mason dropped to the ground of the center controls, paws landing lightly despite their heaviness. He readied his fists, murder in his eyes and hatred in his veins. His heart was calm, his mind was at ease. He had no other purpose other than one, and that was to protect Ja'Kle.

And as it happened, Mason had impacted at the right time. His impact into the metal organism disrupted the execution that Divento had hoped to achieve. Ja'Kle was thrown against the wall, obviously due to the impact. Divento was on the other side, fallen over and staring at Mason. Juda was slumped over.

Mason reached with a hand, "Time to open Hell's gates, Divento."

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Howdy!

It's been a long time, I know, I know. I really wanted to get this done sooner, but it just didn't happen. For that I apologize.

But hey, we'll see where this goes! Hopefully the next one will be done in a semi-timely manner, heh. Oh well.

I hope you enjoyed! And major, major thanks to those still reading, heh.

Thank you!

~ Candle

5/17/2022